You guys may have noticed I have a giagantic crush on Emmanuelle Alt. Her undone-done-ness is unparalleled, she (like me) is a Wham! fan, and she gives good glare. So I was excited to see a new shot of her in New York Magazine’s street style roundup from the couture shows in Paris wearing what might be the fanciest shirt I’ve ever seen her in. She typically favors a plain T-shirt or oxford. I’m digging the bling (ish) gold buttons/rivets. And actually is that a jumpsuit? That would kind of rule. Anyone? Oh hey I just had an idea! How ’bout the first person to identify what/who she’s wearing in the comments wins a prize?! I happen to have this spankin’ new set of Sephora Nail Bling, in a technofabulous pattern that appears to no longer be available. So here is your chance to do play fashion reporter (i.e. do my job for me) and win a fabulous prize!
I am apparently the last to witness this, the most wonderful thing to come out of fashion, ever. Emmanuelle Alt, editor in chief of Vogue Paris and the woman who hurled this steely glare in my direction at New York Fashion Week last year, re-enacts Wham!’s “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” video from the ’80s. More please!
2011 was the first full year of operation for Stylenik, and it was an exciting and full one! Here’s a summary, in chronological order, of the best stuff that happened. There was, of course lots more good stuff, but you know how top 10 lists go: you have to have 10 things.
Oh did you think I meant me in the front row? No, *I* was not in the front row with Paris Vogue editor-in-chief Emmanuelle Alt, sillies! Other people were though, including her chic assistant Geraldine Saglio and Suzy Menkes, veteran fashion reporter for the International Herald Tribune. I was unfamiliar with Carlos Miele before I started attending fashion week, but he’s quickly becoming one of my favorite designers. His dresses are pretty but the main reason is because Emmanuelle Alt always shows up. Last season I took this photo of her at his show (That was back when I was trying to emulate her by going without a handbag. This season I’m blissfully with handbag). Earlier this week I snapped the one above. She and her assistant exude that intimidating chicness that French women are so good at.
Also check out my gallery below of some of my favorite looks from the collection. The show kicked off dramatically with three women tromping down the runway with huge billowing chiffon swirls of color trailing behind them. Miele’s flowy stuff was my favorite, the short dresses didn’t do it for me as much. And there I go again being ridiculously predictable.
Balmain announced late yesterday that Olivier Rousteing, who headed up women’s wear under Christophe Decarnin, will be the French fashion house’s new creative director. Decarnin left Balmain earlier this month after rumors about problems with his emotional health. Decarnin worked closely with Emmanuelle Alt, who freelanced for Balmain as a stylist and is now editor-in-chief of Paris Vogue (and no longer moonlighting), not to mention one of our favorite people here at Stylenik. While Rousteing does seem like an insider, it also looks like the brand is headed for lots of change, and Decarnin will be a tough act to follow. Will Rousteing inspire robbery and Balmania?
Via T Magazine
Even though everyone else already has, we’d be remiss not to comment on Emmanuelle Alt’s second cover for Paris Vogue featuring Kate Moss. Alt is a Stylenik favorite and is the same age as moi, and we love her even though she looked like she wanted to kill me when I took her photograph during New York Fashion Week. Moss is a grown up who has been proven to be human thanks to photographs of her cellulite. She is also married to half of one of my favorite bands, Jamie Hince of The Kills.
I like the cover, it has a very ’80s sensibility. But did they somehow make those dudes’ hands look enormous, or is she really that tiny? What do you think of it?
A bit of trivia: Moss graced Paris Vogue’s previous editor Carine Roitfeld’s first cover in 1991.
Christophe Decarnin is leaving Balmain as the Paris fashion house’s creative director. Since taking Balmain’s helm in 2005, Decarnin has been responsible for bringing the brand major financial success as well as some of our favorite looks: sharp shoulders, skinny jeans, leather, and distressed T-shirts. His designs ignited “Balmania” among the fashion elite, who shelled out thousands — up to $60,000 for a dress — for his signature rocker look.
Rumors of Decarnin’s departure began when he was a no-show at his own autumn/winter Paris show in February with reports that he suffered depression and was hospitalized. But WWD reports (subscription required) that the rumors about his health may have been overblown and the last straw was infact his disagreements with Balmain CEO Alain Hivelin about the direction of the company.
Emmanuelle Alt, our favorite bagless editrix, was his stylist until she took the helm as editor-in-chief of Paris Vogue. Her replacement, British stylist Melanie Ward, is rumored to now become Balmain’s new creative director.
With the amount of text dwindling in many publications, I was excited to read that Emmanuelle Alt, who recently took over from Carine Roitfeld as editor-in-chief of Paris Vogue, is committed to longer features with actual words in her version of the Conde Nast title. By emphasizing writing she seems to be proving wrong critics who questioned her literacy level.
But she will also always make sure her magazine contains at least one boob, according to WWD.
Flicking through a binder showing off a shoot of Anja Rubik by Hans Feurer, Alt arrived at a page of the model reclining, her blouse open and a nipple in plain sight. “One boob,” she said, holding up a finger and flashing a big smile: “Otherwise, you don’t recognize it’s French Vogue.”
She also plans to feature stories about French cinema in her version of the magazine. I’d be totally on board if I could remember any of the French I learned in college! That minor was apparently un coup d’épée dans l’eau!
Read more at WWD.
Image via Balmain.
Galliano is out at Dior and in at rehab, Christophe Decarnin, creative director at Balmain, and who with our bagless role model Emmanuelle Alt created the house’s signature bold shoulder and skinny jeans rocker aesthetic, is either resting, or in a mental hospital, depending on which media outlet you read.
The Independent puts all the chairs in place for us:
Even without the apparent changes at Balmain, Parisian fashion is set to be reformed: though there are no official statements yet, the fashion crowd expects Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci to replace Galliano at Dior, with Haider Ackermann likely to fill Tisci’s spot. (Ackermann was previously rumored to be in the running to take over Chanel when Karl Lagerfeld retires next year, but the recent developments have added new fuel to the idea that Lanvin’s Alber Elbaz could be the lucky one.)
Also, everybody seems to be convinced that, despite YSL’s official denial, creative director Stefano Pilati will soon be ousted from the house and succeeded by former Dior Homme designer Hedi Slimane, with ancient Vogue editrix Carine Roitfeld possibly joining him at the house.
Got all that? There will be a quiz later.
Also I wonder how Ms. Roitfeld feels about being called ancient? Is that a British thing?
On my final day of New York Fashion Week Fall 2011, I wasn’t completely bagless: there were plenty under my eyes. I was exhausted (by copious fashion shows), beaten down (by platforms), and bruised, (literally, from trying to walk through the subway turnstile when my card hadn’t registered). I was tired of being cold, so I threw on just about everything left in my suitcase: T by Alexander Wang T-shirt dress, Richard Chai blazer (thank you Shadin!) Weston Wear fur vest, Alice and Olivia leggings, Jeffrey Campbell 99 shoes, American Apparel cape over the whole shebang. I had lots of pockets in my jacket and cape. And I had just one show to attend, then I was off to visit our friend Dylan Ratigan at MSNBC, then to the airport. So while I was bagless for the first part of the day, I was reunited with all of my luggage, which we had stored at my husband’s office in Celsea, later in the day. It was liberating to have access to all of my stuff: computer, iPhone, chargers, press materials, magazines, make-up, a change of shoes, an extra sweater, all in one place. There is comfort in having all your crap with you, but there’s discomfort and a dearth of chicness in carrying it on your person. This experiment has made it clear that best of both worlds is to have the luxury of someone else keeping track of your things, a la a Paris Vogue editor-in-chief Emmanuelle Alt, the inspiration for this experiment. I’m imagining an assistant to keep track or your invitations and other paperwork and a car in which to stow your computer, a change of shoes, a coat and perhaps a make-up kit. Until that luxury is mine, I believe I’ll have to find a solution to chicness other than going bagless. I’m on board with Alt’s predecessor Carine Roitfeld’s comment in New York Magazine about handbags: “I do not like handbags. I do not wear handbags It is not a nice look.” But a girl without a Sherpa has to put her stuff someplace, otherwise things get lost and broken.
While perusing Jezebel recently, I found a laptop case from Topshop that I think might be a good choice for next fashion week. It’s clean, simple, functional, inexpensive, will fit my Macbook air and maybe a couple magazines, and I love the look. What do you think?